Diane Setterfield
Diane Setterfield
Diane Setterfieldis a British author whose 2006 debut novel, The Thirteenth Tale, became a New York Times No. 1 best-seller. It is written in the Gothic tradition, with echoes of Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights. Her debut novel was turned into a television film...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth22 August 1964
stories might like-family
Everybody has a story. It's like families. You might not know who they are, might have lost them, but they exist all the same. You might drift apart or you might turn your back on them, but you can't say you haven't got them. Same goes for stories.
stories birth continuation
A birth is not really a beginning. Our lives at the start are not really our own but only the continuation of someone else's story.
once-upon-a-time godmother stories
Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times.
broken stories pieces
A good story is always more dazzling than a broken piece of truth.
silence needs stories
But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grown pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you.
stories cases disguise
A story so cherished it has to be dressed in casualness to disguise its significance in case the listener turned out to be unsympathetic.
book believe important
I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book. Books are for me, it must be said, the most important thing.
lonely
For it must be very lonely being dead.
dirty genius frail
My genius is not so frail a thing that it cowers from the dirty fingers of newspapernen.
art hands breathing
Art, its completeness, its formedness, its finishedness, had no power to console. Words on the other hand, were a lifeline. They left their hushed rhythm behind, a counter to the slow in and out of Emmeline's breathing.
grief color sorrow
He didn't know of course. Not really. And yet that was what he said, and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight, and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. "I know," he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.
book choices way
What better way to get to know someone than through her choice and treatment of books?
school boys uniforms
Boys do not leave their boyhood behind when they leave off their school uniform.
eye winter men
The tears I gratified him with were fake ones. Ones that set off my green eyes the way diamonds set off emeralds. And it worked. If you dazzled a man with green eyes, he will be so hypnotized that he won’t notice there is someone inside the eyes spying on him. – Vida Winters Page 268